While we’re on the subject of night wear, before I put it to bed, I have another Aaron story to relate. I’m trying to determine the purpose of sharing this. I strive, with my blogs, to educate…..encourage…..enlighten…..entertain. And with this blog, I must say, embarrass. Myself. Embarrass myself.
Actually, it was Aaron’s fault. He did the embarrassing…..as usual. It’s up to me to do the telling, which can also be embarrassing.
OK, I’ve established that fact.
On the particular night of this story, Aaron and I had gone through his extensive bedtime routine. Blinds closed…..next day’s clothes laid out……glasses and watch put in their exact place…..shoes side by side in front of his trash can……clock turned so the light is hidden…..backscratcher and hand towel on his chair……stuffed animals in his bed……multiple blankets pulled up just right……pillow perfectly placed……and every wrinkle smoothed out of his covers. Every. Single. Wrinkle.
I answered all his questions about whether it was going to rain and would I have the baby monitor on and what the temperature was outside. A hug, a goodnight and I love you, and I was done.
A short time later, I had my nightgown on and was almost in bed when I heard Aaron call me from his room. I knew better than to ignore him. If I ignored him, I would soon hear him thumping up the hall and he would bound into our bedroom and tell me whatever it is he wanted to tell me. Therefore, I walked down the hall in my normal…..and might I add, modest……nightgown. I went into Aaron’s room, where he had turned on his lamp, and I listened to whatever it was he wanted to tell me. I don’t even remember what it was, but it could very well have had to do with aliens or something genetically modified, knowing Aaron.
It only took a minute, max, but it was long enough for Aaron to make an observation.
Fast forward to the next afternoon when he was home from his day group. He was filling me in on what he had done that day; what he had eaten; and whatever conversations he thought were interesting.
“Mom,” he finally said. “I told everyone that last night you came in my bedroom in your underwear.”
I try not to overreact with Aaron. Too much emotion or reaction can upset him, or anger him, or excite him. So as calmly as I could, I said……
I proceeded to explain that what I wore last night was a normal, MODEST, nightgown……NOT underwear, for crying out loud.
Aaron was the one who stayed calm.
“Oh,” he said, totally unaffected by my reaction. “I thought it was your underwear.” And off he walked, with not a care in the world. But I cared!!
I spent the rest of the evening wondering what the staff at Paradigm thought about Aaron’s brazen mother. I told Aaron the next day to be sure and tell everyone what his mother was REALLY wearing. And as time went on, it became a funny story that his staff and I laughed at many times.
I’m sure they never thought for a second that I would do such a thing.